Sucking and idling

I like to draw complicated machinery in the streets. If buildings are my landscapes, trucks are my wildlife.
I drew this critter hurriedly and from my uptown balcony. Just as I finished, it pulled in its trunk, stowed its cones, and ambled off. But I got the drawing, which didn’t suck.
One of the more perilous portions of my trek to the office each morning is crossing the cobbled stone stretch of 14th Street in the heart of the Meat Packing district. There’s loads of construction, sidewalks are missing, detours abound and there are missing stop signs and traffic lights. I just had time to get the basic bits of this rig before its driver clambored back aboard and sailed away on the dense river of morning traffic.